Twisting, turning, muscles burning.
Logs and ladders, ever learning.
Trees whisper secrets only known by elders.
An art form created by precission welders.
Over root and rock the tires bite.
Only fear holds you back, a constant fight.
Legs like pistons, your body the fuel.
Mind over matter, the mountain bikers' duel.
From blinding speed, a sudden halt.
An incline built by an ancient fault.
You press on empowered, you will not be defeated.
Around every corner, this struggle repeated.
Deep down inside, you harvest the power.
For soon you will conquer this granite tower.
A well deserved rest, you feel no pain.
An elixer of adrenaline courses your veins.
With great anticipation for the upcoming event,
you prepare your machine for a rapid descent.
Now hoots and hollers, no words are spoken,
as laws of physics are bent and broken.
Bars over axle, a relapse in time.
Dust yourself off, upon the saddle you climb.
No damage done, nothing hurt but your pride.
Cinch up your helmet, with courage we ride.
Through cedar and fir you dip and you dance.
You would flow on forever if given the chance.
But this ride must end as adventures gone past.
May every next ride be as good as the last.
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